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This is where the story begins.. and ends. Will the wolves find their paradise?
Wolf's Rain RPG



The moon. What a beautiful thing to see on a cold, snowy night. Though the snow was coating the ground she walked on, it had long since stopped falling from the sky, and the dark clouds that had been pregnant with more flakes had moved on. Now there was only a stretch of black sky, dotted with glittering stars and the bright, beautiful moon, which seemed to have a sort of green-blue hue to it. She was sitting on a snow bank, her eyes turned to the moon with a longing gleam in them, her ears perked forward, as if listening. Her black, brown and white fur ruffled in the gentle breeze, but even that gentle breeze was laced with absolute ice, it felt. She shuddered against it, the only warmth she found was from the satchel around her shoulders, but her eyes never left the moon's lovely, glowing face. In a long, slow, mourning drawl of a sound, she tipped her head back and let out a singing howl, singing to the moon, singing to her lost mate, singing to all the souls that were lost on the way to find what she was looking for... Paradise. The word echoed in her mind as her howl drew to a sad closing note and she watched the moon again for only a few minutes before standing from the snow bank, shaking the flakes from her fur and taking the first few steps towards the glowing artificial lights in the distance. It was the first city she'd seen in a long time.. and hopefully it would hold promise. As she reached the borders of the city, and the lights got brighter and brighter, she hid herself among a row of houses and allowed her human form to replace the one she felt so at home in. Unfortunately, her wolf form would only hinder her goals if she tried to navigate the town like that. She pressed herself against the side of a house, now in her human form, and adjusted her satchel so she could reach into it and pull out her clothes. She dressed into her long, corset dress quickly, adding her jewelry and shoes so her feet would not freeze, then dawned her thick coat and ruffled her brown curls. But her hazel eyes still stood out, she knew, so she grabbed out a long, silk bandana, the colour of a lovely purple, and tied it over her eyes and around her head. She appreciated the darkness compared to the bright flourescant lights. She then felt her way around the house, making sure her satchel was closed again, and used her hearing and sense of smell to guide her steps through the town. She could hear people bustling around her.. even this late at night, there were others out.

A tall, young man on the other side of the city walked alone. The hood of his brown zip up jacket was pulled up over his head, but not completely. He didn't look suspicious as such, only.. curious. Yet somewhat skeptical at the same time. His chocolate brown eyes looked around the city, moving upwards to look at the skyscrapers, and downwards to inspect the litter on the floor. He let out a sigh through his nose, and breathed out through his mouth in a blow, to move his blonde-brown hair out of his eyes so he could see better. Even though the people passing him were letting out grumbles of complaint about the cold, and the air they were breathing could be seen whenever they spoke, this young man did not utter a word. Nor could his breath be seen, either. He headed down the sidewalk, looking to the side once as he passed a clothes store. When he caught his reflection in the window, he smiled. It was a small smile, one that only tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was almost as though what he was seeing wasn't.. what other people would probably see.

Amalie's steps slowed as she came to stand in front of a large pub, her bandanaed eyes down towards the ground, but as she smelled the humans bustling in and out, and the alcohol on their breath, she lifted her head to sniff at the air. There was whiskey inside... she could smell it. Hot in her nose as it was on her tongue. She shook her head though with a small sigh, adjusting the satchel on her shoulder. No need for alcohol... I need to keep my head straight and concentrate on finding shelter for the night, then starting again in the morning. I need to find a map. She then continued on, still occasionally smelling the air as she walked further from the pub. She eventually approached, then passed the male outside the shop window, her shoulder just barely brushing his, but his scent caused her to stop in her tracks. Wolf. It sent chills up her spine. After her small pause in the snow-covered streets, she continued on, a little more cautiously. She couldn't stop and converse with other wolves... They couldn't be trusted any more than humans could. She took the first step into the busy street off the sidewalk, but did not smell, hear, nor see the oncoming truck, but only too late when the driver laid on his horn in ergency.

The young man was behind Amalie in an instant. Perhaps even a split second before the driver had striked at his horn. With a warm, safe hand on her back, his chocolate brown eyes locked with the truck driver's own as he spoke without blinking. "Careful. They aren't too bright." The young man spoke with a voice which was so smooth, and so calm, it almost didn't even sound as though it was coming from him. His hood dropped down when he had rushed to Amalie, and his entire face was now visible. His hair was shaggy, but wasn't necessarily messy. The young man's eyes finally flickered away from the driver's, and he gave Amalie a gentle push to move her back on to the sidewalk. "But neither are we, at the moment. We're standing in the middle of the road, after all." The young man said, a smile tugging ever so discreetly on one side of his mouth.

Amalie didn't move, not even at the invasive touch of his hand to her back, and she looked towards the truck, though unable to focus on it completely from beneath her bandana, and she then turned towards the male. She sniffed silently in his direction. "I believe their rules of the road are 'pedestrians always have the right of way'." she recited, stepping away from him and heading on towards the other side of the street to the sidewalk. "I could have handled it, thank you."

"So you follow their rules?" The young man asked her, raising his voice only slightly, since he knew that she would hear him either way. After all, they were supposed to be just like every other human surrounding them, weren't they? They had to act somewhat similar to blend in even more. The young man raised an eyebrow at Amalie, and he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he decided to follow her. It had been months since he had seen another like him. It was comforting to know that there were some close by.

It didn't take long for Amalie to start to be able to recognize the male's footsteps by sound, and she could hear him following her. She adjusted her satchel on her shoulder and sighed, flipping her curly, brown hair over one shoulder as she turned back to face him. "Do you not have somewhere to go, lost pup?" she asked softly, her face still turned downwards under her bandana. She didn't like the idea of a male following her. Especially not so soon after she'd lost her mate. Her heart still ached.

The young man raised an eyebrow at her again, and he smirked a little. "Pup?" He asked calmly. "From what I can smell, I am older than you." his smirk grew slightly wider as he paused for a moment. "But I'm going to guess that your reply will include something along the lines of.. 'You are a pervert, get away from me'?" He asked thoughtfully with a genuine shrug and a raise of his eyebrows at her.

The female wrinkled her nose and huffed a little. "Actually, I was going to make you a bargain. If you could find me a hotel, I would pay for your stay as well as my own. But, if you don't want to be any help and instead make crude jokes at my expense.." Amalie shrugged, turning on her heel and heading off. Why would I bother making a deal like that with him anyways? I'm blind right now. For all I know, he'd probably lead me to a brothel. she scoffed mentally.

"A hotel, huh? That doesn't half sound like a bad idea." The young man commented thoughtfully as he automatically began to follow after the girl with his hands in his pockets. He looked extremely casual, almost as though he had been traveling with and had known this Amalie for quite some time. "I've only just arrived here myself, as a matter of fact. A hotel would be awesome. Let's start a hunt for one." The young man said rather eagerly as a somewhat charming grin appeared on his face as he stepped beside Amalie so he was walking in time with her.

Amalie nodded once at his words, keeping her head high though. "Thank you. I will pay you for your help." she whispered, sniffing the air to lead her around. She could smell a butcher's shop not far ahead. A bakery followed. The scents lingered together in the air like a wonderfully baked mince meat pie. "I'm going to assume you've not been in this town long, if you don't automatically know where a hotel is." she frowned. "Quite disappointing, I must admit. I was hoping for a more in depth guide."

"Heh.. Sorry I'm not making a good first impression." The young man said as he rubbed the back of his head. He didn't bother putting his hood back up. The wind had died down now that he was further in the town. "This is the first town I've seen in months. All I've layed my eyes on recently is wasteland. This is a sight which I'm actually pretty happy to see, as much as it's not the best place for us to dwell in." He shrugged.

Amalie nodded in agreement, sighing softly. "I too have not seen much else recently... I am comforted by the knowing of nearby food and drink, but still... Humans are such disgusting, loathsome creatures. Gives me shivers to stay with them, but I have little to no other options left, I'm afraid." she admitted, her fingers rolling through her change purse so she could count how much money she had left.

It was then that from around the corner came a very frazzled-looking girl with long black curls and bright blue eyes. Her skin was pale, even though she still had a few freckles on her cheeks and she was wearing black stockings beneath a long brown skirt and a black fleece jacket, a pompom hat on her head to warm her ears. She shivered and hugged her backpack straps to her shoulders, her teeth chattering. She had her eyes on the ground, so she didn't see the man and woman coming towards her when her boots slipped on the ice and sent her flying into them with a scream.

The young man next to Amalie blinked, and before he could even think twice about what he was doing, he grabbed the girl by her wrist and pulled her up straight before she could fall down completely. "Careful." He murmered, not trying to sound rude or too friendly at the same time. It was then however that as he was letting go of her wrist, his eyes caught something dangling from it, and he heard the sweet jingle too. His eyes narrowed slightly when they studied the wolf charm on the girl's bracelet, and he let go of her wrist rather suddenly. "Let's go." He muttered to Amalie, stuffing his hands in his pockets and beginning to walk past the girl.

The girl squealed when the boy had caught her wrist and kept her from falling, but before she'd had time to react and just after she'd regained her balance, he was walking away, as if offended. She blinked at both him and the girl, then turned and followed after them. "H-hey, wait!" she whimpered. "How did you do that? You were fast!" she smiled weakly. "C-can I at least thank you?"

Amalie didn't ask the male why he wanted to leave this girl behind. She'd heard the skidding sounds on the ice long before the girl had actually tripped, and it didn't take much to avoid being crashed into. But the male had saved her from the embarrassment and injury and now he wanted to leave her behind? She didn't argue, but it was curious. She put a hand on his shoulder, to make it seem like he was leading her--after all, this girl didn't smell like wolf, and Amalie WAS blind at the moment--so the girl wouldn't get suspicious of her blindness.

"You just did. Take care now." The young man said over his shoulder to the girl, but without looking at her however. He didn't even slow down as he walked rather briskly through the crowds of people without bumping into any of them. Despite having being in the middle of nowhere for the past three months or so, this young man definitely seemed like a professional when it came to avoiding bumping into people in a busy street.

The girl blinked at him again and then frowned, but she continued to follow them. "B-but why are you being so rude about it? I didn't hurt you, did I?" she insisted. "Look, my name is Natalya Sworkovski. If you want some insurance information for the doctor, I'd be happy to give it to you!"

The young man stopped and he turned on his heel so he was facing Natalya in the middle of the street. He moved Amalie aside rather easily so she was standing beside him and he sighed. He looked at Natalya, his eyes directly meeting hers. "I'm in a hurry. I helped you out, and you thanked me. There's nothing more to it." he told her with a shrug. "I'm just one of those single serving people you meet. Example. A guy in a car will let you cross the road. Then you'll never see him again." The young man raised an eyebrow at Natalya. "You follow?"

Natalya stopped dead in her tracks with an "eep!" when the man suddenly stopped to look at her, and her bright blue eyes examined him as he spoke to her. She gulped at his words, but after a moment, her eyes narrowed a little. "There's... something about you..." she whispered after a long minute of pure silence.

Amalie sighed and rolled her eyes beneath her lid and bandana. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she?" she groaned, running a hand through her hair, the other staying planted firmly on the man's shoulder. "Listen, kid, we're really in a hurry to get to a hotel-"

"Oh! You're looking for a hotel!" Natalya gasped and looked at Amalie. "Out of towners? I should have guessed." she giggled. "Not to make that sound rude, of course! I have no problem with out-of-towners! I can show you to a hotel, actually!" she smiled brightly at the man.

The young man sighed and he ran a hand through his hair as he turned on the spot again and stood with his back to the two girls. "Nice going." he muttered to Amalie, but far too quietly for Natalya to hear him since she wasn't a wolf after all. "Whatever.. Show us to a hotel if you feel so inclined to." he mumbled, raising a hand in front of him and letting it drop into his pocket heavily.

Natalya nodded excitedly and adjusted her backpack on her back, stepping in front of them. "I am inclined to! It would make me feel so much better for nearly running you guys over with my clumsiness." she said and smiled at him bashfully. "Just follow me." She waved at them and turned, heading through the people and down the street.

Amalie sighed inaudibly and hung her head a little. "I didn't mean to get her to tag along..." she mumbled back so only the male could hear again. "But I suppose if she wants to help.. it'd be a first. Might as well just get it over with. Oh, and if we're going to be acting like we know one another in front of her, we should probably know one anothers' names. Mine is Amalie." she whispered.

"Micah." The young man said simply, and he didn't say another word after it. He followed after Natalya without a hint of eagerness in his walk, even though he was rather hungry. He did ponder though.. Micah didn't have any money. What was he supposed to do? Although Amalie had offered to pay for him, he still felt cheeky.. and a little stupid.

The world of humans was cold, she had learned at a early age. The adults that surrounded her had poked her with various needles, taken many samples of blood, tissue and skin cells. The experiments continued up until her fourth birthday, when instead of being awoken early, like normal, she was permitted to sleep in. She was quite the confused child. Her 'mommy' had come to wish her a happy birthday, like always, but this time, she appeared sad. Gifted with little sight, the child was able to keen in on emotions. She had questioned what was wrong, but the next thing she knew, the world was blacker than before. The last thing she heard whispered was: Happy birthday Enon. . .

Enon had awoken up, what felt like years later, to a peculiar scent. Wolf's blood. Her pinkish-red eyes stared around, trying to focus. Unable to speak, the girl noted that she was floating in a tank. Her body felt numb. When she tried to move her fingers, it was barely a twitch. Tubes and wires were connected to all of her vital organs. Glancing down, realizing there were more of those adults she'd known all her life, she saw them see her. One had dropped his clipboard and ran off. A few moments had passed and Enon heard a voice; a very familiar voice. "Little One, you're awake. I'm glad." Mama . . . ? And so after that, they let her out and she relearned to use her body which had grown up significantly. The voice of her mother was older, much, much older. She didn't understand. And when it was finally explained of whom she was, she was distraught. Enon had been outfitted in knee-high boots and a white dress that fell to mid-thigh. A hoodie had been given to keep her warm, but that was all. When the chance had finally arisen, the little maiden, now physically fifteen, escaped the laboratory. She didn't want to be there anymore. The experiments had picked up again, and she was fearful that they'd put her under again when they didn't have any more use; or worse, they'd get rid of her.

So, there she was - walking outside, in the cold, with no money or any knowledge of the real world. Enon shivered, pulling the thin material of her hoodie closer. She wandered near hotels, wondering if she would be able to get a room, but when they asked for money, she didn't know what it was. And so they'd kick her out and she'd wander somewhere else. And it just so happened that she wandered near Micah, Amalie and Natalya.

Amalie's grip on Micah's shoulder tightened when a strange scent reached her nose. The scent of latex and medicines, plastic and metal, but more... the smell of age. She wrinkled her nose, her brow furrowed under the bandana over her eyes and she pulled Micah to a stop. "Do you smell that?" she asked softly, her ears twitching. When Enon was within arm's reach and the smell was strongest, Amalie's hand left Micah's shoulder and abruptly snatched up Enon's forearm, stopping her steps as well. She stayed silent, though, just feeling the cold skin in her hand.

Natalya stopped when she heard Amalie's and Micah's footsteps stop behind her, and when she turned around to see Amalie had stopped some poor young girl, she frowned in confusion. "Do you... know her?" she asked softly, not trying to pry, but just curious more than anything.

Micah did not answer either Amalie or Natalya. His mouth only opened slightly and then closed again. He breathed in the gorgeous scent which was so alluring and beautiful, and he was too lost for words. He felt drugged. Like he was going to fall forward and not even care about about it. Enon's scent was.. Amazing. Micah still could not speak. Is she really.. a Flower Maiden..? He thought to himself, still in a trance as he gazed at Enon rather longingly.

At being snatched, Enon turned around on her heel, bringing a hand back in a threatening manner, before it was lowered and instead clutched against her chest. Pinkish-red eyes glanced around, registering the shadows that was her vision. The shapes had turned from human figures, to more of animals. Two of them were not human, yet one remained to be so. Amalie's touch was familiar, yet she could not help but flinch visibly as she managed to voice her thoughts. "May I help you. . . ?"

Amalie's own voice hesitated as well, just as intoxicated by the girl's scent as Micah was. She swallowed thickly, after taking in a breath-full of the smell, and then slowly breathed it back out. "M-maiden.." she whispered, but it was barely audible. She reluctantly let the girl's arm go and gave a polite curtsey, keeping her head bowed and her blind eyes down out of respect. "You seem to be lost. Might you like to accompany us? We were headed towards a hotel and I have enough money for everyone."

Natalya blinked at what Amalie had just said, gaping at her. "W-wow... you must be a nice person to just... offer something like that to a stranger. I mean.. You literally just ran into her!" she gaped. "Never seen kindness like that before, I gotta say."

"She's not a stranger." Micah spoke with a monotone voice as his eyes continued to gaze upon Enon. In fact, he had never felt so familiar with someone in his entire life. Enon appeared so innocent and special.. it made Micah think of her. His ears would have drooped ever so slightly, had he been in his other form. He sighed silently and offered Enon his hand. "Will you accompany us?" Micah asked her softly, his eyes warm.

Removing her arm from Amalie's grasp, she folded her arms against her chest and took a few steps back. "I can't. . . you might take me back to them. I don't want no more experiments. . . so sick of them. . ." She whispered, eyes falling close. "I can't trust those I cannot see. . . Your shadows shift. It confuses me so."

Amalie took a small and tentative step forward, her eyes still downward, even though she couldn't see from under her bandana, her hands at her sides. "Oh no, mistress.." she whispered softly, reassuringly. "We won't take you anywhere... for you are destined to lead us." she explained gently. "And it is our duty to protect you from them. Do not trust your eyes. Trust your heart."

"As much as it is true, please be careful with what you say." Micah warned Amalie gently, keeping his voice hushed so only she would hear it. They couldn't blow their cover in front of Natalya. They had found a maiden after all. A Flower Maiden, at that. This was like finding a small part of Paradise alone, and it gave Micah a hint of confidence and luck.

Enon moved back, again, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do not scold me! I have trusted my emotions and heart, and they failed me. I do not see what you are, so therefore, I will not trust you." She was the quiet one, but when she felt she was being scolded, she retaliated. Thus was the teenager in her forcing itself through the mindset of a child. "And you speak of me needing to lead you. So that means... you know what I am?" She asked again, her voice returning to its former tenor.

Amalie bit her lip and shook her head, taking a self-conscious step back. "Y-yes." she whispered. "But I can't tell you here. Neither of us can." she whispered, putting her hand on Micah's shoulder again for guidance. "Please..." She didn't know what to say here anymore. She felt so helpless, her brain running loops because of the maiden's smell. This wasn't her.. not normally. She slowly stepped behind Micah, almost defensively, feeling the maiden's eyes on her. 

"We can protect you. Keep you safe." Micah told Enon gently, still keeping his voice quiet. His eyes gazed upon Enon, just staring at her as though he was willing her to accompany them with just his look. "Safe is what you wish for, isn't it? We can give you that, maiden." Micah whispered, and he held out his hand again, offering it to Enon with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Enon. . . Enon is my name. Please use it?" She finally admitted, realizing the truth of Micah's words, at last. The girl felt no deceit in their auras, so she had to trust them, at least, somewhat, right? Maybe. Once more, she turned her gaze to Amalie and Micah. "I shall trust you, Micah." Reaching out, she took the proffered hand and was surprised by the overwhelming warmth spreading throughout her hand and fingers. It made her giggle a little. "The warmth. . . it tickles."

Amalie's hand tightened on Micah's shoulder in excitement and she peered around him shyly, though her eyes couldn't see the maiden. She couldn't wait until they got to a spot where she could.. She bit her lip and smiled to herself. "Enon.. it's a pleasure. A true joy." she whispered.

Natalya had watched all this, and now she gaped and rolled her eyes a little. "You people are all weird. C'mon, are we going to a hotel or what?" she asked and waved for them to follow her, turning back onto the path they had been going. "It's not much further."

Micah smiled down at Enon, and he gave her hand the most gentle squeeze. "I'm always warm. I'll make sure that you never catch cold, Enon." He told her softly, gazing at her now before he finally sighed silently and smiled to himself. He shook his head, and nodded forward, agreeing with Natalya that they press on. Micah was thinking about that even though he had entered a city full of humans, he had gotten something out of it. Something which would take him and bring him closer to her.

A faint pink hue graced Enon's face at Micah's words. She simply nodded, and subconsciously pressed closer to the taller male's form. The warmth that was embedded within his layers of skin drew her; she wanted to selfishly claim the heat herself. She still shivered, but tried to ignore it. "Thank you Micah."


*****

Food, food, food. Food, food, food. A steady chant inside the narrow-nosed wolf's head. Having caught a whiff of barbecue, a rare scent indeed, on the fickle wind blowing through and past the town, Excaliber had turned a sharp right and started off for said ruin of a town. Boy, he had only smelled barbecue two times in his life, and each time he was able to get a few morsels of food from unsuspecting humans. He could do it again. No big deal.

Since he was not far form the town in the first place, it did not take long for red and white wolf to arrive at outskirts of building riddled plot of earth. Slowing, Excaliber projected his humanoid form, hiding his actual form from ignorant human eyes, and sauntered into a shielded alley. He followed his nose, turning down another alley, and then another, always finding an alternate route if the scent lead out into the streets. He did not dare go near a human while on the hunt.. It was when he was most volatile. Normally, he wouldn't go into a populated town to hunt though, to be fair.

Adjusting dogtags and tucking them beneath shirt, so they would not make much noise, dark-haired man narrowed in on home to which was housing fresh grilled barbecue. All the lights were turned off, but there was bustling and exclamatory voices coming from the back yard, even a few mewls here and there. Cats. I hate cats. He thought to himself, grimacing slightly. Sighing, he crept closer to the home, losing his guise, and peeked around the corner, eying the closest plate of food. That was his target. It was being protected by a female human and her long-furred feline. Great.

Hesitating only once before racing to the table of food, collared canine jumped up onto piece of plastic outdoor furniture and dipped his head, grabbing the plate and it's contents in his jaws and disappearing around the corner of the house, leaving the shouts and hissing of cat quickly behind him. It all happened too quickly for the humans to even fathom, and that saved Excaliber from a stray bullet hitting his bottom as he fled. And it would save him from being chased. What are the chances of finding a dog in a town with lots of eligible hiding places in it? Especially if that dog was a wolf that could deceive humans?

A wolfish smile formed on his muzzle as he set his plate of food down at paws after finding a nice place to lay low for a few hours. A type of cement dome with few plants growing up and around it. It was not an easy place to reach for humans, so he and they were safe from each other. Out of habit, wolf raised head to Mother Moon and let out a victorious howl, something he usually only did when he had taken down great prey. Lowering head, he took a slab of boned meat into his mouth and chewed it, content for the first time in forty-eight hours.

"G'night!" The blue-haired female called out to her colleagues as she left the bookstore. She went out into the cold night, hurrying home to her tiny apartment just a few blocks away. Her turkish-blue eyes didn't meet anyone else's, as she hugged her new books close to her chest, almost jogging home. As she arrived, she started searching through her pockets for the key, but couldn't find it. "Dammit.." She mumbled, remembering that she had left them on a little table in the backroom of the bookstore. She sighed deeply as she turned to walk back, hoping they hadn't closed up for the night. The moon was so bright, she looked up. "When will I get out of here..?" She asked the moon silently, and just seconds after she slipped on some ice and fell. He books were all over the pavement.

Meal gobbled up and finished, wolf licked his chops as he bounded down from top of dome, nails striking rock with a click after every jump. He licked at his shoulder, smoothing down a bit of unkempt fur that was prickling at his skin, then continued on down an alleyway, his nose catching scents left and right floating on the air. He just wanted to get out of this damned town. No more human contact. Jumping on someone's leg was enough human contact for a week.

Thoughts kept him unfocused on where he was going, thoughts of what way he should continue to go, where his brothers might be, his sister's death date which was fast approaching, where he would sleep coming dawn, and what he would do for food in a couple of days, so he decided it would be safer to travel as a human, just in case anybody was to see him while he was unaware. Hopefully there would be a bit of game about while he was traveling. When he finally came out of his thoughts to check where he was headed, he noticed he had stopped, and a meter from him was a blue-haired woman on her ass, books scattered on the ground about her. He could smell her from where he stood, and quickly knew she was not as she appeared, so he focused his eyes, dismissing her humanoid shape from his mind and getting the picture of the blue and white wolf looking down at the hard cover books.

Tsking himself mentally, Excaliber stepped forward, crouching before female and picking up some of the books. Well, technically he did say no more human contact. She's not human. Right. Justify yourself, idiot.

"Dammit! Fucking ice.." Wylzea said loud, then she saw a boy picking up a few of her books. She got to her feet. "Eh..thanks.." Her blue hair somewhat hiding her eyes. She picked up the last book herself, kinda wondering why someone even cared to help her.

"You should be more careful." Male muttered gruffly, straightening posture and holding the books up to read the covers. His dark-grey eyes shifted from her face to the books in his hands, speculating her reading material for a moment, then holding the books out to her with a quirk of thin brow. "Here."

The books were all about ancient history, world wars and weapons. She sighed. "Thanks, yeah I know.. I was just in a hurry, or else I have to sleep outside tonight.. and that's not really something I want to do.." She reached for the books. "thank you, mr...?" She looked at the male, he was kinda handsome.

"Excaliber Fallin." Glowering at her explanation as to why she had slipped, he lifted his head and straightened his spine to a point where his chest began to look as though it was expanding. "Yeah. What type of person would want to sleep outside?" Teeth clicking as he shut mouth with excess force, dark-haired male turned away from other and walked off, agitated with himself for being stung by the wolf's words. It was his own fault for stopping to help her in the first place. He snapped his neck to the side, popping a few kinks out of it, and let loose his human persona a moment before he turned down a different street.

"Uh.." She looked after him as he left. Stunned, she just stood there for a few moments. What did she say wrong? Wylzea wondered if she offended him in some way. She snapped out of it. "Hey! Wait!" She ran after him, almost slipping on the ice again. "I'm sorry if I offended you.." Suddenly she had lost him, the street was empty.

Wylzea sighed, went back to the store and was just in time. Then she walked slowly back to the apartment, thinking about the odd meeting with that boy. That boy.... She thought, while opening the door to her apartment. She shook it off, and sat down to watch some TV, soon Wylzea fell asleep, forgetting that she'd somehow forgotten to lock the door.

Curiosity piqued, though pride still stung from her lack of animal instinct, Excaliber had climbed up the rusted fire escape to get a good vantage point atop the female's home. When she ran off to god knows where he was tempted to hurry after her, but his body held it's position, logic winning out. If he would stay, she would come back. She was obviously not particular to sleeping outside, so would come back to her home soon enough. And he was right. Only a short while later, she had come back and headed into the comfort of her dwellings. He waited a while, cool wind rustling his fur and disheveling it. It irked him. He liked his fur to lay flat. Not puff up in different directions.

Licking his fur into place made the time pass relatively quickly, and before long, he could hear the gentle snoring of the female within the depths of the building. It was.. Charming. Sort of. She didn't have a deep snore of a canine, or he would not have had to listen so hard to hear it. She had the snore of a human female. Clicking his teeth, he walked the roof of the building, peering over the edges into the windows, trying to find the ones that would look into the room she was sleeping in. When he did, he jumped down from the roof and trotted up to aid window and raised onto his hind legs, placing his front paws onto the outer sill as he looked in at her. Narrowing his eyes, he fell onto all fours and trotted around to the front door, once again rising onto back two legs and carefully clawing at the doorknob.

Dammit.. The humans make it look so damned easy.. Damned this paws for not having a thumb.. He raged internally. Too bad she didn't have a doggy door. That would have helped a lot. He growled in frustration before placing his teeth on the brass knob and biting down. Twisting his head to an impossible angle, he felt the knob twist and the door give. With his surface swinging in, he released the metal in his mouth and fell to all fours again, then trotted into the house. He had been hoping the door was unlocked. Gave him a chance to sniff around and learn a little about this woman. He didn't bother to shut the door behind him, too interested in the smell of leather binding on books, and by the smell of fabric softener for her clothing.. And by the smell of her all together. This house was her. Her scent lingered everywhere. All of her scent.. Even an intimate scent that he smelled twice a year on his sister when she was still alive. Though, this woman was not in heat, nor on her period, as humans called it. Instead, it was just a lingering smell that any wolf or dog could pick up on, no matter how old.

He took a quick moment to look over to the drowsing female before stealing into a different room, nose to the ground like a bloodhound and ears to the forward.

Wylzea shivered, and opened her eyes. The door! Someone was in her apartment! She got up, without a sound she changed into her wolf form as soon as she had made sure the intruder couldn't see her. Her beautiful ice-blue and white fur was shining in the dim light of the candles she had lit. Wylzea started sniffing in the air, trying to pick up where the intruder was. A dog? No.. a wolf?! She tried to find out which room. Her bedroom. She silently peeked into the dark room.

Rummaging through a pile of dirtied laundry the moon's light shone through the window, lighting his fur to reveal it's platinum shade with red flecks and patches. His ears swiveled about atop his muscled head, his red one pointed toward the sound of ghostly footsteps coming into the room. Lifting his head from the small pile, a sock getting caught on his nose and making him look somewhat comical despite his offensive pose, wolf eyed doorway warily. Knowing who was coming in didn't change the fact that this female was a wolf, and every wolf was territorial of his or her dwelling place. And he was indeed a trespasser in her home.

Wylzea growled deeply at the sight of the other wolf. She showed her canines, snarling. Blocking the door, he had no where to go. She went halfway into the room, staring at the wolf. Waiting for his next move, she stood there with her head lowered ready to attack.

Never one to want to attack a female, Excaliber was not too keen on the fact that he may have to if he wanted to get out of the house in one piece. Shook cotton clothing from muzzle before he made a cautious move in an attempt to get around her and to the door. Wolf gave a choked half snarl half bark, lowering his head to level razor-sharp fangs with white and blue feet of other. Without a thought, he snapped at them, trying to startle her into moving even just a bit.

Wylzea didn't move at all, she just growled deeply and lowered her head to his. Just as she was about to attack him, she noticed his smell. It was familiar, but from where? She tried to remember, as she stood there ready for whatever he might do.

'Stubborn for a humanized wolf.' He quit his noise making, his attempts at intimidation; Instead, he opted for force. Pulling lips back from white fangs smoothly, he rushed the female, grey eyes leaving her face to instead narrow on her rump. Teeth slammed shut on hackles, though he did not make contact with flesh, but instead got a mouthful of fur and fuzz. With a grin he gave a decided tug which tore some of said fur loose, but mostly it stayed connected to flesh. Not that he was trying to tear it all loose.

Wylzea let out a snarl and tried to get to his neck. The pain from her fur getting ripped out, made her whimper. She turned to him, looking straight into the wolves eyes. Then she got a hold of his left hind leg, but she didn't bite too hard.

When Wylzea had turned her body so she could better look at him, Excaliber began towards the room's exit, but when she caught him in her fangs he stilled instantly. Bending his body awkwardly so that he could stare down at her, wolf began to tug his leg, trying to escape her fangs. But, he got frustrated. So, instead of sticking to the simple pulling of leg, he lunged his upper body toward her and sunk his fangs into the back of her exposed neck, his body shaking with an unheard growl. 'Let go.' Trying to put as much conviction as he could in his voice without letting her hear his anger.

Stupid wolf! Wylzea thought as she felt his fangs dig into her neck. Instead of letting go, she bit down even harder on his leg. She started snarling loud, as to tell him to stop. She knew his scent now, it was the boy from earlier. She didn't want to hurt him, he was the only stranger that had been somewhat nice to her in ages.

This is getting me nowhere fast. He vocalized his disgust with a chuff before he tightened his hold on her neck and then let go. 'Let go.' He said again, straightening his body out so that he was now facing the room's exit once more. Should have shut the damn door. But no, you were too distracted by your nose. Asshole.

Wylzea wondered what he would do if she started to change into her human form. She couldn't get more injured anyway. She slowly started to change into her human form, changing from holding his hind leg in her mouth to grabbing it with her one hand. The other hand she grabbed his neck with and tried to roll over.

I won't be big-bodied. Excaliber thought to himself when she grabbed his neck. With a low snarl he kicked his leg free of her hand and altered his stance, scruff of neck being twisted uncomfortably when he turned around. He glared up at her with his grey eyes, drawing lips back over pearly whites, tip of tongue snaking out between front teeth as his silent growl turned into a steadily growing one.

Wylzea's hair covered her eyes, but she got it away and stared into the wolves eyes. "I know who you are, and I don't want to hurt you.." She said calmly. She hoped he would get it, and stop this stupid game.

'Then let go.' Wolf grumbled. Despite his growling and biting at her thick wolf flesh, he shared the same thoughts. He never enjoyed harming a fellow wolf, a female at that. The growling, purely to show his discomfort at her positioning of her hand in his fur. He would not let that die until her fingers released him so he may smooth back the fur now crumpled to hell behind his head.

Wylzea knew he wanted her to let go, so she did it slowly. "Don't run, I can help you with the wound on your leg.." She said friendly. She rubbed her neck, it was sore, but she didn't make a sound. She watched the wolf, wondering what he would do next. I hope he doesn't just run away... She thought to herself. Her hair fell down in front of her eyes again, so no one could see her eyes. It felt good.

Growling ceased when neck was released. Plopping his bottom onto the floor and twisting head around to a weird angle silver wolf licked at as much fur as he could on his neck, smoothing it down so he looked mildly respectable. 'Sorry about your neck.' Excaliber said when he finished with his neck fur, opting to move onto his leg fur. Red shone through the light coloring, but he figured it was mostly just sore flesh. What blood there was had already began to trail down his leg.

Wylzea looked at the injured leg. "You want me to help you?" She nodded at the wound. "It wont hurt.." She leaned her back to the wall. "Thanks for the little workout, by the way.." She gave him a slight grin. She didn't know if he would take the joke, but whatever.

A grin pulled at the corners of muzzle as he turned to look back up at her, ears flicking forward. He pressed his guise forward so that he would not look so awkward tending his wound in front of the other inhabitant of the building. Collar and dog tags shifted as the girth of his neck seemed to shrink, clothing taking the place of fur on his humanoid bodice fluidly. "You're neck trumps my leg. Go put some ice on it." He muttered before going back to looking at his leg. Jeans were ripped where she had bit, so he had no need to pull his bottoms either up or down to get to the wound. Not that he would have anyways. "If you're up to it we could have a more serious go at it some time."

"I'd win any day.." Wylzea smiled. "Now, let me have a look.." She didn't mention her neck. It wasn't that bad... Or, it was, but she never complained about her own pain. She knew alot of people, and wolves, didn't like it if someone just touched them so she waited for his permission. From her view it didn't look that bad, but she couldn't see through his torn jeans so she didn't know just yet.

"Only because I let you win. My leg is fine." Leaning back and propping himself up with hands, he let his head loll back to look at the front room she had been sleeping in earlier. Dark grey eyes scanned the house, neck steadily righting to an upright position so that he could finish his inspection of the house in his immediate line of vision. "Nice digs. Must have been living in the city for a while."

"Yeah, a few years.." She admitted and got up. "Come on, throw yourself on the sofa, I'll make some tea.." She said and went into the kitchen. Her living room had a nicely sized TV, a sofa and a chair. Bookshelves covering 2 walls, and one big window out to the street. Not a lot of decorations though, just a few swords on the wall above the TV. No pictures, nothing that could look like memories.

He did as he was told and relocated himself to the couch in the front room instead of sitting on the ground in the room where they had their little scuffle. Well, more like a standoff. Nothing given, nothing taken on either ends save for a few scrapes and a little less fluff on someone’s haunches. “That’s a long time to live around humans. I’m surprised.” With more to inspect now that he had a new vantage point, Excaliber looked over either of his shoulders, eying various other doors and hallways that lead throughout the rest of the house. He then looked forward to the plain front room, fingers curling into both the arm of the couch and the cushion he was sitting on. After a moment he closed his eyes to the lone wolf’s home, feeling more like an intruder at this moment than when she had been sleeping and unaware of his entrance, despite there being nothing of personal attachment to the wolf that he could see.

She came back with two cups of boiling hot tea. "I guess, but at least here I can keep warm.." She gave him one cup, and sat down in the big chair. She placed the cup on the table, and then looked at the strange wolf sitting in her living room. It had been ages since anyone had been here, except for herself. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why did you go into my apartment? I mean, I know I forgot to lock the door, but there must have been a reason?" She looked down at the cup, picked it up and took a sip. The tea was perfect. It gave her a warm feeling, she smiled slightly.

Eyes opening at her return, he took a sip of the tea he was given and set it aside, it oddly enough not the right beverage after his meal of barbecue, though it's flavor was rather good. He grinned at her words for the second time and draped an arm over the back of the couch, grey eyes shining with a joke only he caught. "'If you don't mind me asking'." Expression fell as he answered her question. "You interested me. I wanted to find out a little more about you. Even if that meant coming in without permission. Good tea by the way. What is it?"

Wylzea was surprised. "You found me interesting?" She tried to hide a smile. The only people who found her interesting, was usually those who tried to sell things.... or those who went by the shop to get new books. She looked down at the cup of tea. "Thanks.. it's a blend between blackberry tea and strawberry tea.." She smiled. "So, what was it that interested you?" She couldn't help asking, because she couldn't possibly understand what was so interesting.

"What was it.. Hm.. I thought it was interesting that you were living in a house, for one. Mostly when I come into a city or town and find a wolf, they can only afford to live outside, or prefer to live outside. Or, you know, they're just passing through, like me." Shrugging nonchalantly Excaliber shifted his eyes from the wolf seated diagonally from him to the window across the room from him. The moon's rays were reaching out and petting the snow in affection, making it shine a silvery white. Suddenly he wanted to go outside, to be in the chill wind. But he didn't let any of that longing onto his face or into his eyes. He could wait. The wind and the moon weren't going anywhere. "Do you enjoy it here?"

Wylzea took another sip. "Well, I don't know.." She looked away. "I guess there's something missing.." She looked down into the cup in her hands. "The problem with humans is that.." She sighed. "They're so boring.. Always the same things every day.." She looked at the moon as well, the memories coming back. She shivered slightly and closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then she looked at the wolf in front of her. "You never stay in the same place very long..? Not even if you find warmth and food?"

"No. Never. It is unsafe for nosy humans. I'm pretty resilient, so I don't need food or water everyday, so I've no need to go into cities very often. And besides that, I've been tracking a couple of wolves for a while. If I ever lose their trail I'll be unable to pick it up again lest they come searching me out." Looking back to fellow canine he added, "And that is very unlikely. So, why'd you come to this city in the first place?"

"Oh..heh.. That's a long story really, I don't want to bore you with that.." Wylzea smiled a little uncertain. She didn't want to tell him her story, at least not yet. "Let's just say I followed my nose and ended up here.." She nodded and took yet another sip of the hot tea. "Hmm, maybe those wolves you were tracking are gone already? You never know.." She said, to keep him from asking how she got here.

"Subtle shift." He pointed out in an almost bland tone. Taking a sip of the tea and setting it back down, male looked away from Wylzea and stood up from the relatively soft cushion of the couch. "They were never here. They were near the city, but never came close enough to leave their scent in it's wind. I just got sidetracked when I smelled a bit of barbecued meat coming from here. Mmm." Lips curled slowly at the edges, enough to give him a content sort of look. "Wylzea. It's a nice name. I was going to go hunting for a spot to sleep for the night, but seeing as you know the city, I could just ask you where a good spot to rest would be. So, you know any place where I could sleep out there without being bothered?"

Wylzea listened to the male in front of her, then looked at him for a few seconds. "A place to sleep..hmm.." She looked like she was thinking really hard. "I guess you could crash here, on the sofa.. if you want to.." She nodded. "I wont bother you.." She smiled foolishly. "You can borrow a pillow and a blanket or two. It might get a little cold at night.." She got up to get the blankets and the pillow.

"That's really nice of you to offer.. Especially since I broke in while you were sleeping." Since Mother didn't raise a greedy wolf.. "I'll repay you for the night. I've got a bit of money. I've been collecting it whenever I passed through a town or a city. Usually I buy a bit of gold with it, but since it's not a necessity, I could pay you for sleeping here."

"No, I don't need money..eh.. But, since you've been around a bit.. maybe you could tell me a little about the life out there?" She asked, smiling. "Like, are there a lot of wolves out there? What are they doing, and where are they going? Where are you going?" She was curious, of course, she had not been outside this town since she moved here. Wylzea quickly went into her bedroom and found a pillow and two big blankets.

Very curious female. He mused silently. But, it was understandable. With a resigned sigh, he stretched out his upper body tugging his arms at different angels behind his back alternatively. "I haven't seen many other wolves. You're the first one I saw in a few months. Mostly because I don't going looking for other wolves. Well, aside from the one's I'm tracking. But, I won't get into that. My destination? I don't really know. After, I planned on trying to find a place that a read about in books."

Wylzea threw the blankets and the pillow to the wolf. "I see..Well, if you need to read, you've come to the right place.." She grinned. "So, how is things outside this town? How hard is it to find a place to sleep and food? And warmth...." She asked, even more curious.

"Sometimes it depends on the day. Usually it's not hard to find a warm place to sleep. Other times you have to sleep out in the open.. If you can call it sleeping. It's not hard to find food. A resting bird here and there. Maybe a few coyotes wandering and in need of food. And if you can't find food out there, you could swipe a bit of food from street vendors when you go through cities or towns." He took his seat back on the couch and leaned back, looking up at her and blinking lazily. "And, eventually, living outside of civilization becomes first nature to you. Like it's suppose to be. Soon, it's the same as living in a town. Except, their are less distractions."

Wylzea listened silently. "Hm, so it's not as hard as I thought.." She was in deep thoughts. Then she snapped out of it and smiled. "So, sounds like an exciting life.." Wylzea nodded. "But, eat small birds..?" She didn't look too happy about that. "Cant you eat like.. ugly animals instead? Rats, cats..." She smiled. "And I guess if there are more traveling together, there are always someone you can snuggle close to, to keep warm.."

"If you go long enough, you don't mind that the animal you kill is cute." Excaliber reached up and adjusted the metal against his skin, then ran his fingers under the heavy leather pressing down on his collarbone. "So, why are you milking me for information on the outside world? Plan on going out for a little expedition?"

Wylzea blushed slightly, but she hoped he wouldn't notice her blushing under the hair in front of her eyes and almost all her face. "I don't know, I like it here.. but there's something else.. something I cant really explain.." She stopped talking, and looked out of the window. "After all, I'm not like all those others who live in this town.." She looked at the moon, it was late. That wolf had made her forget the time.

Nodding absently, he laid down, twisting onto his side and nudging the pillow up with his shoulder so that it was under his head, then shifted the blanket so that is was hanging over the back of the couch instead of balled against his back uncomfortably. "I guess I haven't been around city slickers long enough to know what they're like. But I would have to guess that they've given up hope. I don't see that you've given up."

"No, I haven't.. Of course not.." Wylzea smiled. "Well, it's late.. and I have to open the store tomorrow.." She walked towards her bedroom. "Don't leave before I wake up.. I might have breakfast for you.." She smiled, and went into her bedroom and closed the door. She hoped she could trust this wolf, but if she couldn't she at least knew his scent and would have a slight chance to find him. She fell asleep quickly, drifting into her usual nightmares.

He listened to her go, his tense muscles loosening when he heard Wylzea's bedroom door click close. With a soft sigh, his expression turned to stone, his genteel gray eyes staring out at the moon through the window. Clenching his jaw and grinding his fangs in agitation Excaliber let his eyes drift shut. Tonight, he would rest comfortably in a warm home with a full stomach, hopefully have no dreams, and he would wake up tomorrow to continue on after his brothers. Arthur and Merlyn. When he got his teeth into their necks... His thoughts faded into dreams, and his dreams caused him to drop his shields, his human persona lapsing into nothingness to leave his form exposed. RB... Her face rushed forward, causing a knee jerk reaction, despite his being asleep. His ears flicked back, his hackles raised, and a low, whispering whimper broke from his throat. Oh, he could already feel that this was going to be a long night.

Wylzea woke up, startled. Had she screamed? Dammit, she knew she had. She sat up, and looked at the little watch, it was 4 AM. She raised her hand to her head, she was shaking. Damn those nightmares, damn her past, damn those humans back then. She turned on the light and slowly got up, she was shaking so bad she could barely stand. She went over to the window, it was snowing outstide. She opened it, it made a low sound. The air was so cold, it felt so extremely good. She took a deep breath, and looked at the door. Had he heard her? She hoped not.


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